K: Today I bought the latest Jamie Oliver recipe / gardening book which is not the most practical purchase for a woman with a one bedroom flat in London with absolutely no outside space. After spending an evening salivating over the pictures (food and gardens not Jamie) I realise that essentially the book it is porn for aspirational thirty somethings.
R: Well I’ve watched Jamie tonight knocking mould off a tree stump whilst balanced on the shoulders of a French man. I’m not sure how aspirational it is.
K: Was the Frenchman hot?
R: He was around 65 yrs of age and looked like Leonard Rossiter so it depends on how you define hot.
K: I am reading the book as preparation for the hopefully not too distant future when I have a garden and unleash my green-fingered wizardry on R.
R: I don’t know how to break it K that I had an allotment at 19 and so am fully greened up. But I am looking forward to our middle aged horticultural attempts to be the first to get in the RHS Yellow Book.
K: I have already started planning my theme. All I need now is a garden and the ability to keep plants alive for longer than 6 weeks.
R: The fact that this evening I have had to illuminate K that spring flowering bulbs actually go in the soil …
K: Don’t worry about me I will hire a hot French gardener to do all the hard work.
R: Ooh la la!
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October 17, 2008 at 4:13 pm
Are you guys still around?
Can you email me?